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A Life of My Own - 3

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My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.

Rhapsody in the Rain

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so many bills to pay the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake

Untitled Haiku from Japanese Game Show by JANEY SMITH

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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.

Citadel

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Last night we slept with books in the bed.

Easy Lessons

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A hinge in my heart is broken.

Five Million Yen: Chapter 48

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Ben was not a happy musician.

Put Your Trust in God

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God is my stomach.

The Continuous City

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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.

Rest Stop

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Wicklow sat in the handicapped stall, pants down and straining, fed up to here with a world in which he couldn’t even take a decent crap.

Why I Love You

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I love you because your eyes are both crossed When you do it, because you’re focused On the inside of the universe I love you because You’re on a roller coaster Through life And I can ride along For the thrill of it I love you because

Blue Baby

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they taught art

Grannies

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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…

Quittin' Ain't Easy

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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…

The Bowery Scene (Memoir, 1981; edited by Charlotte Curtis)

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It is easy to look out on the Bowery and say, "There are the bums." Encountering one, however, even one who asks to "bum a quarter" or tells you he's "on the bum" the word "bum" slips away in one's mind...

Worn

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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.

Homonyms

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Ascent/Assent Together the horizon/ Catechism of love

Washing the dishes...

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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.

The Road

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we were traveling on wasn't necessarily going to go careening over any hill as fast as it was smashing into the blunt end of another cloudless hole like a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse. It was huge like a stone wall that had its own…

C-ing History

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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.

Ben Clarone: Prologue Part 2

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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.

The Family Tradition

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Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…

Apathy.

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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.

If only one more thing

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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say

Have You Seen Me?

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It’s as she reaches into the fridge for the carton of half-and-half with the grainy waxy photo of the little girl—Last Seen 10/2/06—that the memory surfaces: “Hey. That’s mine.”

Our Last Night at the Nunnery Motel 2.0 in Milano

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They make you work For your pizza in Italy You have to slice it yourself While wearing a gas mask To ward off the cigarette smoke From every neighboring table While chasing away the Mosquitos and the pigeons The flies and the gypsy r

Provided

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A man bows his head and crosses his chest before crossing the street and the rain keeps falling on his bare blue shirt and on top of his head The taxis will not stop The light’s still red as the man waits for the sign of the hands

Dear Caddy

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I would advise the younger you to change your underpants, and not to let those boys do the talking for you.

Modern Teleology

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little curly moustaches

Books

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'Like poems,’ I said she paused and nodded her black mop.

Highway 17 South

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did I read that right?